Without a clothesline, hanging the laundry contemplatively becomes a bit difficult. So it’s great that Aaron recently put down some poles with lines in a meditative way, so that this monastic tradition can now also be practiced here with inspired attention.
Who does not honor the ordinary…
In the monastic tradition, the art of silence plays a major role. Such a big role that I will devote a lot of words to it in this blog.
Measure, measure and mark again – one and a half meters: up to here and no further – and to the attic which no longer fits our new Corona concept. Click on the image to continue reading.
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity
To keep moving, whatever happens, that is the art. Not: to be a single chord, but to dare to embody all verses of the song that lives inside you…
The very, very last guest in the Bloeiplaats Transitium, was also the first, without it having been organized or conceived: Tamarah Benima, rabbi of the
What a relief to see some real political craftsmanship in action with the introduction of Tim Kaine. His speech was thoughtful and thoughtful, not an
